I'm at the bottom.
Lower than low.
My cries, my cries, they don't fucking matter.
And you say you understand,
But I'm stuck with this thought in my head.
You can listen, but you can't comprehend.
Pain in my hands, pain in my head.
Alone in a world where everyone has done their share.
You fake snakes, biting ankles.
You ran your luck, now bite the curb mothafucka.
No way out with these bridges burned.
Feeling yourself rot to the bone, with these bridges burned.
I'm in need of help and so far from your arms in reach.
You're always out leaving me on my own. I feel my back caving in.
I ain't your bitch.
So go ahead and pray.
I'll be the reaper.
My soul's not dead.
